User blog comment:Rawfan56/Of Corsairs and Pirates/@comment-3094815-20110525214655

''The form in the darkness shivers in the cold draftiness and pulls a ragged cloak closer about his thin form. The beast speaks in a low voice and his faint silhouette resembles a weasel'' I suppose you can't see me in this darkness as I can't see you, Griffin. It's me, Windraven. I heard the witch say your name. I didn't think we'd ever meet again and meeting like this was definitely beyond my farthest dreams. I can't say I'm glad to see you since I can't see you, but I'm glad to know you're alive...for now. the sthin shoulders give a shrug I don't know what they're keeping me alive for anyway, probably some unspeakable doom later on, I guess

Barktooth enters his cabin just as the rain rushes in on their vessel, pouring in blinding sheets